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Author: Olly Dy
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-28 23:20:06

Third person's POV

Six Hours Earlier

Mick Davis leaned back in his leather chair, the expensive kind that screamed "I bill four hundred dollars an hour," and studied the two men sitting across from his mahogany desk like they were particularly fascinating specimens under a microscope.

Jackson's jaw was tight enough to crack walnuts, his fingers drumming an impatient rhythm on the armrest. The kind of rhythm that said he wanted blood, or at least a hefty chunk of someone's bank account.

"Look," Mick started, pulling off his reading glasses and letting them dangle from the chain around his neck like some pretentious asshole, which, to be fair, he absolutely was. "What you're asking for is doable. Civil suit for invasion of privacy, illegal recording, distribution of intimate images and videos without consent. The charges are solid. She's fucked, legally speaking."

Jackson's mouth curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. More like a wolf baring its teeth before it went for the t
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    Third person's POV Avery woke up to her phone buzzing on the nightstand like an angry wasp. She reached for it without opening her eyes, her hand fumbling across the surface until her fingers closed around it.The screen was too bright. She squinted at it, her brain still foggy with sleep.Astor Sinclair.Her stomach dropped.She sat up, the movement making her head spin slightly. Morning sickness. Or maybe just fear. With Astor, the two felt pretty much the same.She answered. "Hello?""We need to meet." Astor's voice was cold. Clipped. The tone he used when he was pissed off and trying not to show it. "Today. This morning.""I'm at the hospital. Jackson is—""I don't care where you are. Be at my office in one hour."He hung up before she could respond.Avery stared at the phone, her heart hammering against her ribs. Nothing good ever came from Astor demanding a meeting. Nothing.She dragged herself out of bed, her pregnant belly making everything harder. Getting dressed. Putting on

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    Third person's POV Barrister Sullivan sat in his office at Chamber and Associates, surrounded by banker's boxes full of legal documents, financial records, and the kind of paper trail that took weeks to sort through and understand.He had been practicing law for more than twenty-five years, and had put more criminals behind bars than he could count. Mob bosses. Corrupt politicians. White collar criminals who thought they were too smart to get caught.And now, Astor Sinclair.Sullivan leaned back in his leather chair and stared at the document in his hand. A will. Dated fifteen years ago. The month before Elizabeth Catherine Sinclair died.Her legal name before marriage had been Catherine Elizabeth Harlow. She'd married Astor young, barely twenty-two, starry-eyed and believing in love and futures that didn't include betrayal. She'd had one son. Liam. The marriage had fallen apart after twelve years, ending in a bitter divorce that had left Elizabeth with some assets but not nearly wha

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